C        Am      G7       F    G7  C
We don't all die young to save our spark

         Am    G7    F
From the ravag-es of time

        Am        G7      F     G7    C
But the first and last to leave their mark

     F   C  Am       G7        C
Some-day be-come the traveling kind


       Am       G7       F  G7  C
In the wind are names of po-ets past

          Am         G7        F
Some were friends of yours and mine

       Am       G7      F    G7  C
And to those un-sung we lift our glass

          F     C  Am       G7        C
May their songs be-come the traveling kind


        Am      G7         F  G7  C
We were born to brave this tilted world
 
         Am          G7     F
With our hearts laid on the line

      Am          G7     F   G7   C
Be it way crossed boy or red dirt girl

    F    C  Am        G7        C
The song be-comes the traveling kind


          Am        G7          F      G7 C
There are mountains worth their weight in gold

     Am      G7       F
Mere mortals dare not climb

        Am    G7      F   Am   C
Come ye tipsy sainted sin-ners both 

    F     C    Am      G7        C
And claim them for the traveling kind

 
         Am    G7     F      G7 C
When the music slowly starts to fade

         Am           G7     F
Into the light's last soft decline

       Am       G7      F       C
Let us lie down in that evening shade

    F    C Am         G7        Am
And rest a mooing the traveling kind
   
 
        F    C    Am         G7        C
And the song goes on for the traveling kind